Seeing as it's 1:37 and I still have actual work to be done, I think this'll be the last post of the night.
This piece I wrote my senior year as well, specifically for a short story contest; write a story using under 200 words. I didn't win, but am still very proud of what came of it. I hope you enjoy, and goodnight!
P.S. This one doesn't have a title
Eyes. Bright, shining out from the darkness. Anticipating. Awaiting the moment, the instance of motion. And as the shuddering ceased, the bright green opals flashed, and disappeared. The pattering feet screamed "I want frenzy", yet the silence took it over, stifling out such a foolish trifle. Never again could he feel the helter skelter of the crowds, the weeping and laughing, clashing as waves do against the shore, flowing ceaselessly between two extremes. The journey would be long and hard, but never could it be harder than remaining, leaving behind his emotions to perish as it followed his ambitions into the endless desert. No, he would pursue his passion to the bitter end into the wastelands of the unknown. But would he ever discover what remained at the end, or would his mind's eye drift into the infinite darkness of wonder?
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